John McCullough

  XANTHIC   Some months all my thoughts are one colour. I hit a yellow mood and the world pours out its yolks: tall stacks of...
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John McCullough

And so I find myself stuck in the wrong century / like Peale, probing swampland for bones, / reassembling skeletons and stepping inside.

Amy Key

There’s a diligence to having a body I might not ever master: / my face is always slipping off my face.

Ben Mazer

sweating the heat, lagged on a sagging couch, / springs broken and collapsed, the curtains drawn, / and saw receding from my distant childhood / an old film I'd loved from fifty years ago, / The Strawberry Blonde

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